I live alone while I survive being in isolation/solitary confinement for 30 years and being incarcerated for a total of 32 ½ years. When I have visitors I must have them in isolation as well. I’m forced to wear an orange jumpsuit and I sit behind a thick glass window on one side while my visitors is on the other. Before I get placed in this room my wrists were handcuffed together in front of me, the cuffs chained to a leather restraint belt around my waist. Unlike the general population prisoners who get contact visits there is no hugging or touching for me unless you count the air hug I give to myself to symbolize hugging my visitor. I was sent to isolation 30 years ago in 1986, after being giving the death penalty. I have not touched a person in society in 30 years and I have not talked to anyone in society without a screen or glass or telephone in that same time span. At one time I was the youngest person in Pennsylvania to be sentenced to death and now I’m one of the oldest and longest residing residents.To live in isolation for 3 decades has been cruel and torturous and violates human rights. No one deserves to live in solitary each day of their lives. I see first hand that the men here suffer all kinds of irreparable psychological and physical harm. I spend 22-24 hours a day locked in a 7 foot by 12 foot cell. and there is a nightlight that stays on for 24 hours each day. Mon., Wed., Fri., are the normal shower days. Five days a week I get to exercise for 2 hours in a cage configured like and looks like a dog kennel but is the size of the average house bathroom. In my cell I have books, television, typewriter, toiletries and cosmetic necessities. This is the first of many installments that will detail my days on death row. Look for more segments to come.